I wanted to write a little post about what would happen if Molly and Sherlock adopted a cat together, and it accidentally turned into this. Enjoy!
Toby the cat passes away peacefully at the age of 14. Molly is the one who finds him, curled up comfortably in Sherlock’s chair – neither of them are particularly surprised, given his age, but they mourn him as anyone would mourn a lost family member. His ashes are placed in a bright yellow urn on the windowsill, his favourite spot to sit and watch the people in the street, with a photo of the three of them taken by Mrs Hudson the previous Christmas.